The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-01-07
ISRAEL HORN.
A Story OF Conscience.

From the Cleveland Leader.
A any in the rocky Mountains.
Peaks of granite crowned with ever
lasting bonnets of snow. Forests OF
nine upon the lower mountain sides.
Arushing stream blending it's mighty
soprano with the mightier alto of the
wind among the pines. Patches of
brilliant foliage flecking the rocks.
Here and there from behind a boulder,
a poppy like an eye of blood looks
out. In the lower valley, along the
stream, there is a trailing drapery of
vines and MOSES. Majesty on the
mountain. Music and beauty in the
valley.
Well above the stream, upon aledge
of granite, stood a cabin of slabs Of
pine. A wild thorn clambered about
it's only window. Near by, a burro,
or donkey OF the mountain country,
snuffed at the lobes of a giant cactus.
1t was late in the afternoon of q
summer day, and a short thick-set
man, whose face wore a reckless yet
troubled expression, walked rapidly
to and fro upon the bank of the
stream. He was well advanced in
years, and his bushy, unkempt hair
and beard were iron gray. He was
clad in rusty brown leather garments,
save the shirt, which was of dark
blue flannel. At intervals of his walk
he stopped and listened. Again, he
turned and looked behind him as if he
expected some one orfeared some pur-
suer. He continued walking, listening,
and looking until the sable mantle of
the growing night fell about the shout
ders of the mountain peaks, and
darkness settled upon everything.
With the coming OF night he turned
from his titful walk and entered the
cabin. Piling the fireplace with knots
OF pine he set fire to them, and the
flames soon filled the room with q
yellow glare.
Sitting upon the floor of the cabin,
directly in front of the fire which sput-
tered, and snapped, and darted out
long tongues OF flame, he clasped his
hands about his knees and
stared fixedly at the red Goals
and climbing flames. The
hre shifted constantly and assumed
all manner of fantastic shapes. Sud
oenly a dark face came into 1.-THE
lace OF a maa. 1t wore an expression
Of agony not unmixed with hatred.
Inc eyes were fixed and wide open.
Inc brow was deeply furrowed. There
were black bruises upon the right
cneek, and from q hole in the left tem-
PIE a stream OF blood oozed.
For more than an hour, save the
tracking and sputtering of the fire,
enere was the silence of death in the
capin. With the stony eye of q
sphynx the man gazed at the staring
ulood'stained face in the fire. His
iea.ures were composed but hard
ana grim, and the terrible tension
ABOUT his mouth told of an awful
struggle OF will to keep that
e~omposure. With q hiss and a
S Srack IKE the snap OF q rifle, the lower
uall Of the face dropped, the mouth
sllened, a red tongue was extended
anu ~ spat burning sparks upon the
easped hands of the silent man.
q and angered by the sting of
: sparks, he sprang to his feet.
ta. Ilrses on you'll he hoarsely mutt
SNu, faint no use you comm
W. lou was guilty. ] seen you.
bs var arms was round her, an you
I I; ner on your knee an you was
your as"in' M
WITH an air OF mingled bravado and
= ''.ea lear, the startled man walk
~ nurriedly to and fro upon
tnsu cabin floor. Presently he
~ neo and looked again into
Hs are put the face had vanished.
az IA about to renew his walk, when
fs srusniy another face appeared, a
M iace-the face OF q woman. 1t
os' ~ gentle eyes and they looked pit
H ny ana reproachfully at him.
derlu Sat down again and gazed ten
dos,s ae this face. A tear trickled
a "n nus cheek. Huskily, he whisper
dr. Aate, it's no ~use-it's no use. J.
oaob.n cause | loved you. You
k;sss usn.t to have let him hold you an
sou--but 1 amt a bearin' you no
leav;n, ! hope you've forgiven my
ior you. Your mem'ry's all l got
ran 9.niort. Are you worritin' cause
sent : come to you? It was him as
rsh Me nom you, curse himl''
Sang up q branch from a pile OF